Blast off
To the stars, to save the world
My intestines pushed into my throat
Flat like a coin

Shooting from the surface of the earth
Like a sweaty angel I ascend
Beginning my journey to become
The Astro-Karlsson

Far into space
Greasy weiners my only company
As weeks go by
A blood red fountain of life appears

Mars

Though this planet always seemed
Like a desolate wasteland to claim
Science has failed us
The martians are no longer dreams

My landing plows through hordes of green
Crushing martian bodies
Squishing wives and mushing babies
I think I might have fucked up

Far into space
Sowing hatred and fighting for my life
But do not fear
Astro-Bert will return

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